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Morning Mist – Iulia Halatz

Morning Mist – Iulia Halatz – for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become…

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“What would you do if you could do anything?”

“What would you do if you could do anything?”

Create my own Republic of Imagination. I wanna write and write to turn the straw of my existence into the gold that can be lived on.
The strange story is bold and wild. But it unlooses the witch-ink that turns straw into tangible possibilities.

If wishes were horses, then beggars might ride.
If wishes were words, then beggars would be writers…
Aren’t we all?

Art by Marvin D. Cone.

I am delighted that some of my poems have been included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

What can I give you? – Iulia Halatz

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Excerpt from the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I: What Can I Give You? by Iulia Halatz

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Greenen Parlor – Iulia Halatz

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What do you see when you look at night?

The kraken sleeping
in the murk
His thoughts
would change the color
of whom
he once abhorred.

The moon is faint
and builds
the hauberk
of bark
around the dark
with armatures
that are about
to conquer down
the light.

What do you see when you look at love?

Kraken kisses and embraces
of a woman of innocence
unwise, unadorned
untamed.
Slumbering in green tentacles
vividly electric
to pursue in night
unnumbered words
astray from his
wondrous grey
to host in the parlor
the Someone
they desired.

Her untamed soul
drags her love
like Simoom
grabs the grains of sand
in hurdles and pains.

We cannot step
outside love’s iron songs.
Its music
brings falter
in the bones.
It is the alphabet
that guides the waters
to stay together
and roar
North of the wind
glisten
South of the sun

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Michael Hutter.

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

What can I give you? – Iulia Halatz

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Storytelling is a big deal

“Storytelling has always been a big deal for companies.
But forget business for a minute. Stories are much bigger than that, they’re central to our human existence.” – gapinvoid

Stories are about people, not about business, not about products. Behind every successful business, there is a person whose heart trembled with fear, apprehension and disappointment. Behind any product there is a set of questions one bluntly asks in desperation and determination. We don’t really have all the answers to all questions but if we weave them into a story, maybe we can touch the answers with some words.
We write stories to survive and sur-thrive.

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
– Roland Barthes, “Talking,” in A Lover’s Discourse, 1977

But with such setting, what is there to write about?
… The perfection of a stolen moment far from the madding crowd:

credit @james_mcdonald_photography
• Harry’s Bar London

The hardest questions

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, from The Summer Day

Sow your wild oats?
Build a castle with every moment you’ve got love in your heart?
Feel and dream in colours?
Drink coffee in the morning and hang fairy lights in the evening?
Sow kindness in barren cruel soil?
Decorate the moon room?
….
– Iulia Halatz

Art – Brad Kunkle – The moon room.

Lotus eaters

“Poets are the dreams of gods, and in each and every age someone hath sung unknowingly the message and the promise from the lotus-gardens beyond the sunset.”
H.P. Lovecraft, Poetry and the Gods

I am no lotus eater, just a word eater. I gulp them ethereally and stubbornly, and innocently agree with their meanings. They tremble and describe another day in the garden beyond the sunset.

Art by Thomas Edwin Mostyn.

What do you want for 2019?

A rather late and overrated question… Following in the “footwords” of one wise wizard (Gandalf), I do things precisely when I mean to, not when they are suppose to happen, neither late, nor early.

Write down all the things that make you so goddamn glad you’re alive. It can be simple things like: watering plants, the sunlight that seeps on your bed at 10:00 A.M, dancing in the rain or playing in the snow, watching the sunrise or sunset, decorating your room with fairy lights, googling for surrealistic paintings, lighting too many candles in mid-days, eating pizza while watching your favorite show, searching how many people have the same name as you in the world, how wonderful is that? What do you want more than these?

More ways and words to say: “I love you”…
Armors for moments when I feel depleted and drenched of kindness. I dissolve this by writing. This is my predicament, situations and people that make me forget who I am, how kind I am, who make my heart turn to stone, but who never, ever were permitted to steal the real me.

“Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Building is King but maintenance is King Kong (inspired by Seth Godin’s words, “Content is king”, but distribution is King Kong)….
Maybe Happiness is in the building… One event creates the architecture of everything falling in the right place with light and joy and windows and mirrors as walls transparently maintaining the gift of the gab.

Art by Andrew Wyeth.